“ She wouldn’t let Mist’ Gerald come in hyah, nor Rosa nor Teena, nobody but me, kase Ah done had de typhoy. An’ den it tuck her, Miss Scarlett, an’ Ah seed right off dat ‘twarnt no use.”
Mammy straightened up and, raising her apron, dried her streaming eyes.
“ She went fas’, Miss Scarlett, an’ even dat nice Yankee doctah couldn’ do nuthin’ fer her. She din’ know nuthin’ a-tall. Ah call ter her an’ talk ter her but she din’ even know her own Mammy.”
“ Did she — did she ever mention me — call for me?”
“ No, honey. She think she is lil gal back in Savannah. She din’ call nobody by name.”
Dilcey stirred and laid the sleeping baby across her knees.
“ Yes’m, she did. She did call somebody.”
“ You hesh yo’ mouf, you Injun-n****r!” Mammy turned with threatening violence on Dilcey.
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